Martyr Lyrics - Godfather Buried Alive - Shyne

[Talking] 

shit, sometimes man, a nigga be contemplating, 

yo, living in fuckin' hell, nigga die, might be better. 

[Verse 1] 

walk through the shadow of death, my dick out pissing 

rebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal threats 

only if he knew, I want to lie a coal, who the fuck want to die old 

on this miserable earth, forever, put me in dirt 

it's better then living searchin treasure 

that only brings atrocity, and treachery, baby mothers stressing me 

ain't no hope left in me 

live everyday like it's my last 

waitin' to meet my niggaz that passed 

at last I could meet Christ, ask him why the fuck you died on the cross 

here these stupid motherfuckers, they still lost 

I'll ask Malcolm, see what it was like to fight for civil rights 

and nights he thought he would die, what did he do 

did he grab his gun and a bust shot? 

get on my knees praise Big and go fuck with Pac 

find out did he really take 5 shots 

ask him, who shot ya, was it the Feds? 

couldn't of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn niggaz ain't braille 

like that, ask Martin, why the fuck you ain't fight back 

CHORUS(3X) 

if you had a choice,life or death 

what would you choose 

if you had a choice 

[Verse 2] 

life ain't real its a dream we see tomorrow 

reality, shit that's pain and sorrow 

reality, disaster beat breaks, 

a little girl up in the projects gettin raped 

reality's a nigga gettin rock shot 41 times 

and you askin why I run from one time 

I don't even get justice, 

nigga sometimes, no times, oh I'm bout to lose my mind 

reality's fucked up, like a hard workin mother, losing her job 

the battle of good and evil 

like the devil, ain't losing for god, we on lucifer's squad 

not knowing what the fuck it all mean 

I can't even, get a can of sardines 

niggaz driving bentley's, burning money, I'm yearnin money 

taking your shit, I'm earning money 

yet you call me a thief I call me a broke nigga trying to eat 

on this earth suffering, why its like that 

guess we the punished, blame Adam and Eve 

CHORUS (3X) 

if you had a choice 

[Verse 3] 

hold your latex, from nuns I take sex, 

play chess, with the devil from the sky 

like rain shells drop immune to this cold world's sorrow 

beyond shell shock, can't you tell pop, I need some help ox 

see them meadow officers watchin' myself rot 

ice pick and cell blocks 

hope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin lanes 

niggaz that know, what I mean to suffer and struggle in the gutter 

slice birthday cakes with box cutters 

I did not stutter, you heard me this is utter, reality 

observe me, on a journey puttin niggaz on gurneys till I meet my maker 

and I need my ama ? fuck Guiliani and Howard Seiffler 

CHORUS (3X) 

if you had a choice